==Commander Michael Denton Chief of Security( Retired), Temp NRC ==
Mike limped into Sickbay with more than just a bruised ego; he mentally reviewed the sparring session he had with Jez. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how she had bested him.
She hit like a hammer. Thought Mike, as he rubbed his midsection. Jez had hit him in places he forgot existed. She was like lightning. It was punch, counter punch, Kick, deflect, redirect. Mike reviewed the sparing session, and he realized that Jez was flawless in her technique
Maybe I taught her too well. She hits harder than a Klingon.
Mike sparred with Jez for two reasons, one was that Jez wouldn’t speak of her true feelings about her parents' death, he knew she would chew on it mentally, but also so she could work out her frustrations through physical activity, better to let it out than to bottle it up.
It made no sense. Mike was a former Chief of Security and a Martial Artist; his entire life, he had taught Jez everything she knew. Mike had never felt more embarrassed. Yes, she was younger and more agile, only because she was smaller. Mike grimaced in pain as he walked into Medical.
Mike had to think of something to say, as Star Fleet required its medical staff to report all injuries. Yes, he knew that the Doctor wouldn’t get on subspace radio and report it, but document it regularly; he knew the chances of anyone reading the logs were remote, but he had been embarrassed enough lately.
Think, Mike, think, what are you going to say if they ask you what happened? I fell, yeah… I fell. If any of my friends found out a Little Rabbit bested me, I would never live it down.
Mike spotted a lovely red-haired lieutenant. She was a petite beauty, her hair was long and loose, like a lave flow. She was approximately five feet two, and if she weighed fifty kilos, he would be surprised. Her complexion was flawless, if not a tad pale, but her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, like Brazilian emeralds, which popped against her light complexion and were framed by that brilliant red hair.
She must not get shore leave much with a complexion like that?
Mike had to chuckle to himself. She’s so tiny, Thought Mike, but at his size of foot seven and one hundred seventy-two kilos, he often felt a bit out of place.
Mike had taken basic field medicine as part of his Security training, but it had been years ago, and he felt like Jez may have fractured, if not broken, a couple of ribs. He knew for certain he had a large bruise between his navel and his solar plexus.
“Excuse me, Lieutenant, can I get some help?” Said Mike, his teeth clenched, fighting the pain.
Please, in the name of Odin, don’t ask how this happened. Mike stood there waiting for the Lieutenant to respond.
== Tag O'Shea or anyone.==
Mike limped into Sickbay with more than just a bruised ego; he mentally reviewed the sparring session he had with Jez. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how she had bested him.
She hit like a hammer. Thought Mike, as he rubbed his midsection. Jez had hit him in places he forgot existed. She was like lightning. It was punch, counter punch, Kick, deflect, redirect. Mike reviewed the sparing session, and he realized that Jez was flawless in her technique
Maybe I taught her too well. She hits harder than a Klingon.
Mike sparred with Jez for two reasons, one was that Jez wouldn’t speak of her true feelings about her parents' death, he knew she would chew on it mentally, but also so she could work out her frustrations through physical activity, better to let it out than to bottle it up.
It made no sense. Mike was a former Chief of Security and a Martial Artist; his entire life, he had taught Jez everything she knew. Mike had never felt more embarrassed. Yes, she was younger and more agile, only because she was smaller. Mike grimaced in pain as he walked into Medical.
Mike had to think of something to say, as Star Fleet required its medical staff to report all injuries. Yes, he knew that the Doctor wouldn’t get on subspace radio and report it, but document it regularly; he knew the chances of anyone reading the logs were remote, but he had been embarrassed enough lately.
Think, Mike, think, what are you going to say if they ask you what happened? I fell, yeah… I fell. If any of my friends found out a Little Rabbit bested me, I would never live it down.
Mike spotted a lovely red-haired lieutenant. She was a petite beauty, her hair was long and loose, like a lave flow. She was approximately five feet two, and if she weighed fifty kilos, he would be surprised. Her complexion was flawless, if not a tad pale, but her eyes were a beautiful shade of green, like Brazilian emeralds, which popped against her light complexion and were framed by that brilliant red hair.
She must not get shore leave much with a complexion like that?
Mike had to chuckle to himself. She’s so tiny, Thought Mike, but at his size of foot seven and one hundred seventy-two kilos, he often felt a bit out of place.
Mike had taken basic field medicine as part of his Security training, but it had been years ago, and he felt like Jez may have fractured, if not broken, a couple of ribs. He knew for certain he had a large bruise between his navel and his solar plexus.
“Excuse me, Lieutenant, can I get some help?” Said Mike, his teeth clenched, fighting the pain.
Please, in the name of Odin, don’t ask how this happened. Mike stood there waiting for the Lieutenant to respond.
== Tag O'Shea or anyone.==